Journal of Lt. Tupper, Day... 265?-279ish

Oh lords, where to begin.

So we're in Sigil, the greatest city I've ever seen. We won't be here for long now, but I'll get to that. This place makes Point of Origin look like a shack on a crumbling cliff. Apparently, there's a edge to the city, and you can fall off it down the side of a giant mountain. Tried to get to it, but I ended up going in circles. There's also this gigantic ball of string, three floors high. Nobody knows how it got there, or why it's there, or why anyone would be interested in it. It's just… there. Attracts cats and cat-like creatures for miles around, though, like a shrine.

Oh yeah, and I got pickpocketed! It really took me back. Dantroe was in it as well, so that's easily a twoheist (50 points!). Didn't lose too much, especially since Steinbjorn and Hrogar's been helping to hock our backlog of loot and pad out my money bags. I remember, back when I was little no-name runt in Point of Origin, I used to hang around the "that one street" and pickpocket all the fools lined up to get fleeced by the whorehouses. It was hells to do, I stood out like a foot in a hand convention, but nobody else was working the area so the pickings were ripe. I was practically a legend, everybody knew me as That Damned Tup'r Street Kid. Got my arm broken twice, and both legs by three different madams. Man, I was a stupid brat. Hope that kid out there is smarter than I was.

Ah, but enough fond reminiscing. I've been picking up every interesting knickknack I can, just to prove I've been here. I found this round ball with snowflakes and a model of the Outlands inside that I know Milya's going to enjoy, a white vest with "I ♠ SIGIL" on it that I'm going to hoist onto Leafbridge, a plaque with "PRIMES GO HOME" engraved on it, and a small statue of someone called the Lady of Pain with a pointy, wiggly head. I don't get the meaning of most of it, but I've never seen anything like it. The others were bitter about my haul of souvenirs, and keep talking about returning home. We're in the most incredible place in all the cosmoverse, and all they talk about is going back to punch the damn aboleth in the gills. Can't relax for even a minute. They're all mad, I say. Mad, violent, sticks in the mud.

We met up with Ragnar and Chris, who have been guarding the universe from Leaf for 20 years now. There's no actual day or night here, which I guess means years can pass by casually. There are also no gods allowed here, so I've been immune to visions for the time being. This also means that anyone with a godly connection isn't feeling keen about it. Ragnar's been coping with this by drinking and making friends with walking suits of armor.

Yes! Of course, they find more yahoos to join us in this crazy crusade! The whole city to choose from, they find the one that's made of metal and thinks friendship is an emotion. Who the hells worships emotions? And the worst part is, it's just so fucking... polite about everything. It hasn't raised it voice once. It just sits there and listens and when it talks it's godsdamn creepy. So naturally everybody else loves the glorified bucket and wants it to come along. It's going to turn on us and eat us while we sleep, I just know it. You do not name nice and helpful things "Crunch."

So, the aboleth. We're going off to fight it on its home turf, because we're all completely insane. I had the option to leave the madhouse behind, but the idea of ending my final report "and then I left them to die on a suicide mission against a horrible monster" probably wouldn't go down on my record as a high mark. So I'm coming along. Haven't told them about the letter yet, but I will soon enough.

I just hope I live to see the backs of them.